Sierra Staten Poems
I can look into your eyes and try to find honesty
But honesty is something I'm not sure I can define.
Honesty is the truth.
We hide so many things from one another
In hopes to make ourselves a more likeable being
But in doing that we are creating lies.
Walking lies, that's what we are.
Honesty means nothing anymore,
Those considered the most honest of people hide things unimagined
And create a realm where there is no such thing as honesty
all in an attempt to maintain the title of 'honest'
Nobody is the person they say they are.
Granted some are more ...
A secret deep inside of me
The part that I've let no one see
A guilt that's eaten me away
The pain that's hidden everyday
A scream that darkness always consumes
While I'm Trapped away in these hidden rooms
The tear that falls, in pouring rain
So nobody can see this pain
I've kept it hidden all these years